Mary Wismer

Mary Wismer Poems

They are the tiny drops from the sky.
Who are so pure that they cannot deny
They quietly listen to all that we say
Then, touch the earth or vanish in a bay.

A friendship is a bond you have with someone else.
A friendship is special just like one's gift.
A friendship is a time to share your feelings.
A friendship is something very remembering.

I see the countless Christmas Trees around the world below,
with tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
I hear many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
but the sounds of music can't hide the feeling of being

As my life begins to ebb away I feel so all alone,
No one can walk this path for me,
I must make it on my own.
Although I can share the journey it’s through my eyes

Abortion (think it twice)

They never had a chance to meet you,
They never get to see your face,

May you wake up on January 1st,
finding that the world has not come
to an end, the lights work, the water
faucets flow, and the sky has not fallen?

Looking at the sky I'm aware
of a presence, of an impact,
of a contact.
It whispers through the black,

Asleep in tears
in my tears again awoken
Have the same question
Two million times thought

A Man like you, who embody the spirit of greatness
by saying ' yes I can so you can '
Thanks for your inspiring dedication
and tremendous example to the world.

Flew down from above,
To teach me a lesson
About the powers of love.


There's no trust left; it's all gone now
So during our next appointment
With you standing there dressed
And me mostly naked, shivery in a paper gown

I know I was there,
I am guilty
I wish everything would be different!
I have to leave you!

I carry pride like a disease, you know I'm Stubborn
and I'm longing to be close!
I fell desperate without vision,
you wrap around me like a winter Coat.

Just a smile and grew into a kiss,

No eyes has seen, no ear has hear,
No mind can know, what has it wide
over our lives. God Wonders beyond
our galaxy. The Universe declares

The blossoms of the New Year's crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.'
The Old Year's heart was full of greed;
with selfishness it longed and ached,

You are my friend
My friend indeed
Always there for me
In my time of need

My Love, might I dare say to you.
You've wonderful but words,

When life becomes a sea of pain.
And in every moment of agony,

The frivolous and frothy literature of the day, of
which, alas! the press is so prolific, is exerting a
most baneful influence upon the spiritual life of
many Christian professors.

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They are the tiny drops from the sky.
Who are so pure that they cannot deny
They quietly listen to all that we say
Then, touch the earth or vanish in a bay.
When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear
And your touch have chased away all of my fear
you have given me a life that I could live worthwhile
it is even better every time you smile.
You changed my world with a blink of an eye
That is something that I can not deny
You put my soul from worst to best
That is why I treasure you my dearest……..
Feel our bodies pressed close
As close as skin to skin,
Open your heart to me……
Come on, let me in
Fill my senses with your rush
Let me taste your deep kiss,
Hold me tightly to your heart.

It so magical those things you've made
to bring back my faith that almost fade
now my life is a dream come true
it all began when I was loved by you.

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Patrice James 08 November 2007

I totally admire you, the way you write your poems, very simple but full of meaning. all kind of season, poems you got. i wish you wont change your way you are. your poems are great, i would recommend to all the readers. simple words but full of meaning...and all rapped up on it. keep up the good work Mary dear.

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CU2urDream Lost 05 November 2007

You are truly a great poet, simple words but fall of meaning...easy to understand and that make you different express what is truly from your heart. write more cause you are the best of the best.

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Black Angel 05 September 2007

hello bing, para sa akin o.k naman ang mga ginawa mong poems, keep up the good works!

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Meghan R. 03 September 2007

oh my gosh i love this poem that you wrote. The words are just beautiful, as is the meaning too! Thank you for sharing. Please read some of my poems when you get the chance, thank you. -meghan Rhy =]

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Sim Dan 22 November 2008

Mary Wismer had a heart of gold and it shone through true. Just a while and she has made you feel she's been there all along. A wonderful selfless creature - wanted me to join her on a spiritual mission. Left behind her family - a darling daughter, beautiful as her mother and herself a poet in her own right, with a heart as tender as her's, loving and just so wonderful, cared so well by her good father. Wonder why Mary couldn't live on - perhaps its just as Moses couldn't see the promised land. They both didn't need to. Their purpose in life got fulfilled and they're ready for God's kingdom and eternal life. We who are left behind still perhaps don't qualify. That's why we still make do with breath in our earthen shells.

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Patrice James 17 April 2008

Y.ou are the most amazing Poet I ever met, and your words are truely from the heart, this are for me a real poetry than, anything I read around the netz. very meaningful and full of love anf faith on each words, like as we are as a human

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Greenwolfe 1962 16 February 2008

I only knew her for a few weeks of time. She reviewed my poetry and I think I may have reviewed one or two of hers. During this time, however, we had many, many chats online. I told her my views on poetry. I never really read much of hers. Most of what I remember is what she wrote about mine. Mary Wismer, should be remembered for what she truly was. A great human being who happened to be an artist. She told me several times that she didn't consider herself to be a poet. She said she sang and was a painter. I never heard her sing, but I did look up her paintings and they looked like art to me. She did share her soul with me . So much so, that I felt it when she died. To me, that's where her art truly was. In her grace and humanity. Greenwolfe 1962

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Emancipation Planz 27 January 2008

.. and only the good die young.... read Mary and be carried by angels... her powerful spirit will continue to uplift and shine illuminous beauty... her record keeping here shows her love and commitment to her God and her family. Mary's illness always remained second fiddle to the meaningful works that she embodied us with here at PH and no doubt elsewhere to eternity.

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... ... 08 January 2008

Poets like her were meant to admire the works and inspirations. No poet can explain in words her style. Truly a talented poet now and always.

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